Bit Collector

 His dismembered collection is vast
Jars and tanks are filled with random organs
Placed like trophies he admires them
Pieces from men and some women
Preserved for horrendous experiments
Hell bent science is funded by these unwilling specimens
Limb funding…

Stitched horrors worked and operated on
Trying to perfect the imperfections of human error
He sews together bits of graveyard harvesting
Blood infused in giving life again to the once deceased
Electrical pulses quicken the stochastic results
Bending the spiritless stumps for just mere seconds
Performing these acts of God takes elaborate planning
From a makeshift man-made deity…

His mind effervesced with sickness he eats the foam
But couldn't digest the thought of not killing
He vomits, then cleans the mess up with yet another experiment
Admiring the perfect mind and body with a dreadful thought:

“You want to meet new people?
Don’t worry, I'll have some pieces of you joined to the others!
A part of you will still be alive, don't be scared, live my little monster!”

The chainsaw chews vigorously off the limbs and swallows the blood.
The knife caresses skin painfully, tickling the sensitive muscles
He removes beautiful organs and treasures them in deep freezers
And will soon discover a creation so miraculous to believe

Performing surgical maneuvers in public places
He stalks prime candidates with strict guidelines
Often leaving behind half fillet human victims
Tortured on the spot, with removed vertebrates
Hollowed and stripped like fish…

A ragamuffin child, dirt clad smelling of death is rigorously tested
These perverted excursions bleed maniacal flawed designs
Barely being able to be called human life
Each severed mistake quakes with uncertainty
Not having performed programmed tasks deemed diabolical before
They fail, so the mad scientist has to go right back to square one

Unisonous celebratory champagne isn’t uncorked this particular time
Instead we find this horrid master of necromancy knee deep in soil
Always getting his hands tainted with rusted metallic edges
He takes what is no longer needed by the dead
Laughing in self indulgent satisfaction he bags the remains and leaves
Back at the laboratory he tries yet again to reclaim the one he has lost
Himself…

A collaboration by baptizedbydafire and maikeru555